Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.